"Old Xiao...Old Xiao!" Xuan Ji's last voice was filled with a "snap shout". Although he gave a discount through the video call, he still screamed Xiao Zheng and came back to his senses, "Don't be in vain. Young Master, are you the general dispatcher, can't you do the job?"

Xiao Zheng's cold sweat flowed down his spine.

"Confidentiality is an old practice in Qingping, and it is also a common practice in other parts of the world. Except for a few countries that do not recognize legal and supernatural organizations, everyone used ancient practices in unison, which has become an obvious practice. It is too late to blame it now," said Huang, the General Dispatch Office, calmly. "Li Chen, contact the International Special Energy Organization to report this situation. From now on, local branches are not allowed to act alone, and are unified by the General Dispatch Office commander-Xiao Zheng!"

Xiao Zheng, a master of the thunder and fire system who calls for the wind and rain, stood up in a daze, waiting for an ordinary person to command it.

"Don't panic, old guys will always be exposed. Every generation has a front door to establish a house. The current situation cannot be more difficult than the time of the melee, right?" Director Huang said softly, turning to Sheng Lingyuan on the video call, "Your Majesty?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned around by the car window and met Director Huang's gaze.

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same, because the times and circumstances are different. Some people have experienced tsunamis, while others have encountered only dark tides. However, during this long journey, birth, old age, sickness, death, and reunion and separation are the same. There are similar wind, dust, frost and snow in the eyes that are full of the world.

"Indeed," Sheng Lingyuan nodded to Director Huang's somewhat deformed face in the video, "It's been three thousand years."

Xuan Ji: "The aftermath...who, what about the fat girl?"

Ping Qianru ran over panting: "Director, I'm here!"

Xuan Ji went on business trips when he arrived at the aftermath department, and before he could even invite his younger brothers to a group building dinner. So far, most people in the department were not famous. After getting familiar with him, there were only four people who had sex with him - both of them had problems, and one of them was carried down.

"It seems that you are the only one who is left with you in our department," Xuan Ji sighed, "Just let me go, before I go back, you will be the temporary person in charge of the aftermath department."

Ping Qianru: “…”

How can you play like this!

Ping Qianru is also a senior. She works a lot and does a lot of effort. She is just social fear. In the aftermath department, a department that mainly deals with people, suffers from social fear and basically has no future. She will live behind others and be a technician for the rest of her life. She never expected to be ordered at this time. She was trembling and had a pair of kneecaps to strike. She almost pressed down the pressure of the head and fell down, and she was in tears: "Director, I, I, I..."

"Don't thank the organization. This glorious and arduous task is to you. The organization believes in you - keep online public opinion monitoring, don't interfere too much, and make everyone mentally prepared for the reverberation leak. Obviously, it is impossible to stop the scene." Xuanji spoke quickly but not messy. "Next, the core members of the Yuanzhen Sect will definitely not all become 'true pills', and those who are still lurking in the crowd will immediately move. If someone is telling the people on the street, tell the colleagues of the local branch to not take action, unless they do something that endangers public safety - if they just send a leaflet or something, let them send it casually, wouldn't it be a waste of paper? I think this pile of temporary trees has been cut down for a while. And Lao Xiao..."

Xiao Zheng subconsciously stood up straight: "What?"

"The deep blood hatred has been filled with blood that has melted together for thousands of years. The confidentiality mechanism of the different control bureau is ultimately just to protect everyone - ordinary people, and ourselves - don't put the cart before the horse in a hurry. Your Majesty is right. Times have changed. Now the world has its own digestive ability. Do you understand what I mean? It's very human." Xuan Ji said, Yu Guang swept the signposts on the highway. At this time, they happened to reach a small service area, and the next exit is "Biquan Mountain North". Less than twenty minutes have passed. "We are almost at Biquan Mountain. Let's go down the place and take a walk. If there is no abnormality, turn back immediately. It's dark..."

He didn't finish his pussy, and I don't know if it was a signal problem or something, but the video phone suddenly hung up automatically, and there was no signal left at all.

Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Ji reached out to grab the black screen phone at the same time, and their fingers hit each other. At this moment, a strange sense of resonance suddenly came. Sheng Lingyuan pressed his chest and Xuan Ji buzzed in his ears, feeling severe pain on the top of his head, eyes, throat, chest, dantian, and wings on his back at the same time - exactly the same as the feeling he was cut out from the eggshell and nailed into Sheng Lingyuan's chest.

Xuan Ji barely drove the car into the service area, and the front of the car hit the curb and almost hit the lawn.

"No... it's okay," Xuan Ji pulled down the window and waved his hand to the staff of the service station who ran over to check the situation. "Sorry, the car hasn't been driven for a long time, and it's a tide."

The staff met him and saw that he had just turned pale, had clear mind, and no smell of alcohol on his body, and asked a few questions with concern: "I thought what's wrong with you. If I had any discomfort, I would have said it. We don't know what's going on here today, and suddenly there is no signal."

Xuan Ji: "No signal? How long has it been?"

"Just just now," the staff said, "the person in the car from another place said that it was fine when he called before. He just received the 'Biquanshan Welcome You' and didn't know what was going on."

"Is the signal tower malfunctioning?"

"Several operators can't fail together, right?" The people at the service station held up their phones to look for signals everywhere, while leaving.

Sheng Lingyuan stretched his hand out of the car window, and a crow from a tree not far away fell to his fingers obediently, lowered his head obediently, and then, the black air in the crow's eyes flashed, and his confused eyes suddenly changed. He flapped his wings and flew out in the direction of Yong'an.

Of course, birds are not as fast as cars. His Majesty used puppet technique to send messages, which shows that he was ready to go back for a while.

Xuan Ji pinched his wrist and felt Sheng Lingyuan's pulse beating in chaos: "What was that just now? Are you okay?"

Sheng Lingyuan grabbed his hand and pressed it against the high body temperature, but his eyes did not take back from the car window. Xuan Ji looked along his gaze and saw that it was a rare sunny sky. The shadow of the Biquan Mountain was emitting golden lines, and a few thin clouds flowed slowly in the clear blue sky... But for some reason, there was a sense of depression for no reason.

It seems that a breath of invisible pot is stuck on this clear sky.

Sheng Lingyuan whispered: "Do you still remember...'Heaven and Earth Cauldron'?"

"Heaven and Earth Cauldron" is a large bronze cauldron that protected the Vermilion Bird Egg in the Red Abyss Sea of ​​Fire in the ancient heavenly tribulation.

In the Suzaku Temple, it once stewed the royal bloodline of the human race with the Suzaku Heavenly Spirit in one pot.

When Xuan Ji heard these three words, he felt uncomfortable all over and his expression twisted for a moment. Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide. The place where the pain on his body just now happened to be where those people's magic sword nailed his original body to Sheng Lingyuan's chest and the steel nail fell!

"Let's go," Sheng Lingyuan's eyes leaped, "I'll give you a way and drive forward."

Xuan Ji quickly drove the car out of the service station: "After the Suzaku Temple was burned, where did the Heaven and Earth Cauldron and my...my remains?"

The two words "remain" stabbed Sheng Lingyuan for a moment, and His Majesty suddenly changed his face: "Speak nonsense, speak without any restraint! Do you know the taboo?"

"Why are there so many taboos? You old feudal antique," Xuan Ji changed his words helplessly, "Okay, who picked up my young body and ruined it?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Xuan Ji: "My tribe has thick skin and thick flesh, especially withstand high temperatures. The soup will definitely not be stewed. It should not be realistic to eat it dry and raw - unless it is at the level of the demon king, I will easily be overwhelmed by eating it... No, that, it is easy to be 'deficient and not replenish'."

"When the heavenly tribulation fell, no grass was growing within ten miles of the temple. Chen's people were around the Tianqi Circle. Someone specifically calculated the number of thunders. When the heavenly tribulation was temporarily stopped, they rushed in immediately to prevent the movement from attracting other tribes." Sheng Lingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled the words he pried out from the mouth of the eldest nanny beside Empress Dowager Chen. "When Chen's people rushed in, the temple was destroyed, and only one stone altar was left lying on the altar. The Heavenly Demon Sword had already entered my back, and there were eighty-one kneeling charred corpses under the altar. The statue of the Suzaku God in the center of the temple turned into ashes. The Heavenly and Earth Cauldron and the Suzaku Heavenly Spirit... were missing."

Xuan Ji: "Has someone stolen?"

Sheng Lingyuan shook his head absent-who could steal things from such a violent catastrophe?

And if you don’t steal the demon who has no ability to resist, the insane demon sword, you have to steal a bronze cauldron and... a young bird corpse?

This is unreasonable, so the Queen Mother Chen, who led the refining of the demon, naturally believed that the Heaven and Earth Cauldron and the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Spirit were damaged when the demon descended.

"Walking westward at the intersection ahead..." Sheng Lingyuan followed the familiar breath in the air, pointed out the way to Xuan Ji based on his intuition, and then asked inadvertently, "Do you have any winged feathers that are wandering outside?"

Xuan Ji felt that the word "fallen" was strange and couldn't help but defend himself: "My wing feathers are an abstract concept. Because my original ancestors grew like that, I also had wings after transforming from the sword. It was either the actual bird feathers, the concreteness of my power, the extension of consciousness... In short, I don't shed hair!"

Sheng Lingyuan paused for a moment, then nodded half a beat: "...Oh."

So, the feathers that fell into his clothes and hair every now and then were deliberately clamped in... that "extension of consciousness".

Xuan Ji inexplicably understood the taste from his response, and suddenly felt abrupt. He admitted it for a while, nor did he not admit it. After choking for a while, he looked back like a gentleman: "It's...that's that. When occasionally seeing a friend Yin Tang gets black, he may be in trouble, and he will use a feather as a talisman for him. If something happens, I can block it for a little while, and I can also rush over in time."

Sheng Lingyuan said slowly: "In other words, the feathers that are separated from you are connected with you."

Xuan Ji finally thrust: "Are you finished? My feathers have never fallen onto your clothes!"

Sheng Lingyuan smiled, but his smile disappeared.

Xuan Ji looked at him from the rearview mirror: "What does it mean? Have you ever picked up my winged feathers in some strange place?"

Sheng Lingyuan said "Yeah" like a golden land, not planning to say more.

Xuan Ji was confused. His feathers had been touched by Sheng Lingyuan these days... Although some of them meant by the feathers, he couldn't control them. But they were all due to the feathers, which were only for him - places like the bathroom, such as the bathroom. He could guarantee that he had never been to a single down!

"Where?" Xuan Ji asked, "Why do you think I don't know?"

"Chi Yuan," Sheng Lingyuan paused and said briefly, "in one of my tombs."

"Impossible," said Xuan Ji, "I have never been there before. You are really here. I'm not sad enough. I'm still running away... Wait, I remember your nephew erected it for you... It seems to be in the Sheng family's ancestral grave? It's not Chiyuan."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Another place."

Xuan Ji was stunned at first, then suddenly reacted: "Is it the place where the little boy from the Bifang family buried you in the mahjong grass doll?"

Sheng Lingyuan seriously changed the topic: "I thought someone had stolen it from you in some way, but if the shape of the wing feather itself was maintained by you, it should not be possible, so the bird feather I saw may not be yours-or, it is not your sword spirit body."

Xuan Ji: "So..."

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't tolerate him "so" and interrupted him again: "When I think about it now, the cluster of bird feathers is indeed very small. At first glance, it looks like down, but it may actually be the fluff that has not grown on the young bird."

Xuan Ji was disconnected twice, and refused to give in and said in one breath: "So you are not responding to Bi Chunsheng's gloomy sacrifice, it's because of me!"

No wonder other demons appeared after hearing the gloomy sacrifice, but the demon in Chiyuan, the jade carved man came earlier than the sacrificial text!

Sheng Lingyuan turned his face and refused to admit it: "I'm thinking too much, I'm not awake, and the marinating grass doll acts entirely by instinct. I don't even remember the ghost, know who you are?"

Xuan Ji immediately read and understand: "You are really confused and confused. You don't remember anything from the Qianxincao doll, and you can still be awakened by one of my feathers!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Why didn't this guy have the ability to learn from others when he was a child?

"I'm serious to you," Sheng Lingyuan sighed, "If that's true, the Heaven and Earth Cauldron and your original body are probably in the hands of each other..."

Xuan Ji's heart flew away, and he couldn't listen to a serious word. He couldn't press the corners of his mouth with all his strength. He felt that he was about to whistle.

At this moment, the car got off the highway and passed through a tunnel. The view turned from dark to brighter. The sky suddenly appeared. The car navigation flat board prompted: "You have entered the Biquan Mountain area--"

Xuan Ji felt a palpitation, and his heart was beating and fell back to his chest honestly.

This time, even he clearly felt the familiar aura - the heat that refined the hostility of heaven and earth in the bronze cauldron.

In the coldest days, there was no residual snow in the mountainous areas higher than Yong'an latitude, and the temperature outside the car rose rapidly.

It reached nearly forty degrees.

At the same time, the ghosts and monsters on the ground made their debut.

There are scary macaroon dolls swaggeringly on the streets to scatter leaflets. The fake people are openly appearing in downtown areas, rising and falling, confusing the public, and conventional police weapons cannot reach them at all.

Yuyang City, Director Du, the first person in charge of the branch, personally led a team of field office workers to the big square in the city center.

There was a green belt around the square, and there was a very bright space in the middle. At this time, the branches and vines in the green belt expanded infinitely, and they had wrapped the flagpole in the center of the square, and a green screen was woven. A pile of puppets hung on the branches and vines like hanged ghosts, and they were shouting strangely. Flyers flew from their hands, and no piece of paper fell on the ground.

The flyers seemed to have a cruise system. Without wind, they flew themselves in a supernatural way. Some were pasted on the glass of houses and shopping malls, some were pasted on the car windows, and some were pasted on the faces of passers-by.

More and more citizens were watching, and uneasy people took out their phones to take photos.

"Catch it all!" Director Du gave the order, and the fieldmen came out of the official car one after another, and the mitral bullets were loaded at the same time.

And just then, Director Du's cell phone rang: "Hey...wait - who did you say call to inform? Director Xiao of the General Dispatch Office? I just happened to report to the headquarters. You tell the General Dispatch Office that we are here now..."

The other side of the phone said something quickly. Du Chu was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, then suddenly pushed the deputy next to him: "Stop the action!"
To be continued...